These are a few bits and bobs I've typed up from the last couple of days. I haven't been feeling great, been quite down, so I haven't blogged. I do realise that I haven't written The Fire part 2, but I will, trust me. But yeah, here you go...
Shell shocked, still recovering from the events of yesterday. Something tells me I will be for a long time. Sleep was agony last night; I woke up more times than I could count, then struggled to drift off again. I'm frozen to the bone after having the window open all night to air out the flat. It still absolutely stinks. My dad rang me earlier to say that he'd found a newspaper article about the fire (already!) which I had a look at. Those bastards... they beat me to it. The article isn't correct though.. it says that the chip pan was left unattended when it wasn't. I thought about commenting on the article but then thought against it. I can't be bothered. I feel so.. I don't know how I feel. Washed out, drained, lots of things to do with water, which is somewhat ironic. Ahh, I don't have the will power to write anymore. Not just now anyway.
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